allyson_Punla

Grace Ferrer, a simple hotel maid, had always dreamed of a life beyond the mundane routine of her daily existence.  But fate, it seemed, had other plans for her.
 
One night, she found herself entangled with Lorenzo Berlusconi, a man of extraordinary wealth and power.  He was a captivating enigma, shrouded in mystery and allure, a creature of the night who held a dark secret.
 
Lorenzo, a vampire king, had sought her out, drawn to the unique essence of her blood.  He had taken her from her life, transporting her to his private island, a haven of luxury and seclusion.
 
He was both her captor and her tormentor, a man who possessed a dangerous allure, a man who could make her tremble with both fear and desire.
 
Caught in the clutches of a forbidden love, Grace found herself at the crossroads of a dangerous game.  Would she succumb to the allure of Lorenzo's power, or would she find a way to escape his grasp and reclaim her life?
 
Join Grace on a perilous journey of passion, betrayal, and the struggle for freedom.  This is a story of a captive heart, a story of a woman who must fight to reclaim her destiny.

The sweet Bites

The sound of laughter echoing through the hallway, like a sharp melody, sent shivers down Grace's spine. She was alone, trapped in this fancy house, and the fear simmering inside her started to boil over.

She had no idea how she got here, or who was responsible for bringing her to this place. The memory of the night before was all jumbled and foggy, a messy mix of smells, sounds, and feels. She remembered the guy, the smell of whiskey, the heat of his touch. But beyond that, her memory was blank.

She had been cleaning the room of a rich guest at the hotel, a guy who was drunk and demanding, and then, everything went black.

The house was quiet now, the laughter fading away, replaced by a deafening silence that only made her fear louder. She stood in the middle of the room, the grand architecture and fancy furniture all around her, a total opposite of the simple, humble life she knew.

She took a tentative step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to get out of this house. She needed to find someone, anyone, who could help her.

She moved towards the window, her hand hovering over the heavy silk curtains. She pulled them aside, revealing the vast expanse of the garden. The sun, now high in the sky, cast a warm glow over the manicured lawns, the swimming pool, and the towering palm trees. It was a breathtaking sight, but it did little to calm her growing anxieties.

"Nasaan ba ako?" she whispered, her voice shaky.

She had no way of knowing where she was, or how to get back to the hotel. She was lost, alone, and totally terrified.

A sudden creak from behind her made her jump. She turned, her eyes searching the room.

"Hello?" she called out, her voice barely a whisper.

She walked towards the grand staircase, her feet echoing on the polished marble floor. The house was huge, filled with rooms that seemed to stretch endlessly, each one fancier and grander than the last.

She reached the top of the stairs, and a gasp escaped her lips. A large portrait, encased in a heavy gold frame, hung above the fireplace. The guy in the portrait was handsome, with piercing blue eyes and dark, unruly hair. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his expression both captivating and commanding.

She stared at the guy in the portrait, her mind struggling to grasp the reality of her situation. This guy, whoever he was, was the reason she was here. He had taken her from her life, and he had brought her to this place, a place that was both beautiful and frightening.

A soft knock on the door startled her. She turned, her hand clutching the railing of the staircase, her heart pounding in her chest.

A woman, clad in a simple black dress, stood in the doorway. She had kind eyes and a warm smile, and she held a tray laden with fruit and tea.

"Good morning, Miss," the woman said. "I've brought you some refreshments."

Grace hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to trust the woman. She had been alone for so long, her mind racing with unanswered questions.

The woman smiled again, her eyes full of compassion.

"Don't worry, Miss. You are safe here," the woman said. "We'll take care of you."

Grace's gaze drifted to the portrait on the wall. The guy's blue eyes seemed to follow her every move, his expression unreadable.

"Sino siya?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"That is Lord Lorenzo," the woman said, her voice soft and gentle. "He is the owner of this house."

Lord Lorenzo. The name echoed in Grace's mind, a name that felt both familiar and foreign. He was the guy who had brought her here. He was the guy who had stolen her from her life.

She wanted to scream, to shout her anger and frustration. She wanted to run away, to escape from this gilded cage. But she couldn't. She felt trapped, helpless.

The woman placed the tray on a table beside her.

"Please, have some tea," she said. "Lord Lorenzo will be returning soon. I'm sure he'll want to see you."

CHAPTER 1